Morning Mists

The parade grounds of our old army fort nearby remind me so much of my historic college campus back east. The massive oaks and maples enveloping colonial red brick hover along the edges of memory’s mist, and for a moment, it is move-in day of my freshman year, a scared newbie trudging down the mossy dark stairs of the registrar’s office to pay my (tiny to today’s standards) tuition and board, lining up for my college ID, and clutching a class schedule that would lead me into the morning.

This month I’m taking a photo a day and following the topics of Susannah Conway’s August Break 2014. And why don’t you join me? I double-dog dare you!